Virgin Gun
The cramps tore at Florence’s stomach as she made her way to her desk. It was not her time of the month. Nevertheless, she composed herself and fought off the thoughts of that virgin gun that sought to devour and unleash its first bullet upon her mother.
The memory replayed itself each morning as she entered the tax offices of Lubbock, Texas. She was walking home from school and found the front door open. Immediately she ran inside and searched the house.
Instead Florence appeared just as her mother was about to fire the piece.
“Mother!” she cried.
Her mother just sat there as still as